As you familiarise yourself with your new block of flats, you catch sight of a young man carrying a wicker basket through the courtyard and up the stairs. He enters his flat, and five minutes later he returns to the courtyard. He seems to be looking for something. Eventually, he approaches you.

“You haven’t seen a slave, have you? Kind of looks like a soggy mushroom.”

he glances around as he speaks.

“Nevermind.. I haven’t seen you round here before- uh, I’m Marcus, by the way.”